Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan

Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan


Music high, lights low, cup full, smoke go

Yeah I'm leanin, but I ain't feel yet

I heard the people's watching, but I ain't went to jail yet

I'm tryina get it like I never did, call the auction, place a hunned million dollar bid

Bill gates and Donald trump now who a ni**a is

I don't knock no more, they just let a ni**a in

My gps set to that promise land, stay focused I promise man

Look back, I ain't promised and I got a master plan, that's a plan to win

Hater then, they gonn hate again, problem with me, better say it then

If not, then shut the f**k up

While I'm


Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan

Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan


Too much on my mind, ain't got too much time

Won't catch me going broke, specially for on hoe

Street shit all I know, can't put trust in no bitch

Westing it's pimp c, I miss that ugk shit

I might not usually say shit, I mind my own bindess

Got my own money, f**k my own bitches

Feed my own stomach, take care my own children

Long as I keep hustling, in this [?]

Can't keep my hands clean, still got my dirty ways

My head f**k that thang so much about my dirty days

I'm at a certain age, where I can't make mistakes

Can't end up locked up in no cage, where ain't no escape

I gotta find a plan, I gotta find a way, I'm just contemplating


Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan

Coasting in slow motion, going on this west coast

Trippin off this potion, tryina come out with a master plan.